I shrug ."Sorry, you're just always biting your lip. Now mine too?"
The corner of his mouth pulls up. "Kind of kills my trying to seduce you when you laugh at me."
"Oh, that's what's happening here?" I tease.
I yelp as his hands grip my waist, pulling me off the bed and onto the floor with him. I'm now on my back, Will's lips fused to mine. Gone are the gentle kisses from only a moment ago. His mouth feels almost primal in its claiming of mine. My knees are bent, Will's hard body between them. His weight alone on me is making me writhe against him like a horny teenager. He takes my hands and holds them in one hand right above my head. His other hand is making its way up the inside of my shirt. I gasp when he palms me over my bra, and he raises his face to look at me. I'm panting and arch my back, encouraging him to go on. He licks his lips as he looks down at me, knowing what he's doing to me.
I jerk my hands from his grasp and tug at his shirt. He sits back on his heels and pulls it forward, over his head. I scramble up, slack jawed to look closer at the tattoo on his left pec. My fingers trace over the old school Miller Lite logo as he looks down at me.
"When?" I ask, raising my eyes to his.
"Bout seven years ago."
His breath catches when I lean down to kiss it. He groans and fists his hand in my hair, dragging my lips back to his as he lowers us back down to the ground. I push against his chest to stop him halfway. He pulls back confused, his eyes widening as I pull my shirt off and lay down. He shifts down to kiss my stomach, my hands tangled in his hair. I buck when he nibbles my side, and he chuckles against my skin. I pull on his hair, and he moves upward to worship the skin exposed above the cups of my bra, his hips grinding against mine. I arch my back and pop open the clasp, his fingertips dragging the straps down my arms. His lips never leave my skin. My hands move to his shoulders, my nails digging into him as his tongue circles me.
His hand cups me. His thumb strokes me as his lips move to the base of my neck.
"Will, kiss me," I beg, missing his lips.
His lips crash into mine, his tongue invading me with fervor. He lifts me and leans my back against the end of the bed, my legs straddling him. I feel his arousal, and I push against it. He groans against my mouth, his hands in my hair. He lowers his lips again, blazing a trail down my neck to my chest. He drops one hand to cup and tease one side while his mouth tortures the other, switching between them as my head falls back onto the bed to give him more access. I freeze when one of his hands drops to the button on my jeans.
"Is this okay?" he murmurs against my skin.
I mumble yes. I think. Maybe not because he asks me again. I lower my hand to unbutton it, pushing his hand away. His hands grip my waist as he lifts me up onto the edge of the bed. I fall on my back as he picks up my feet, one at a time, and slips off my flats.
"You're gonna wanna hold on," he says as he lowers the fly of my jeans. I cover my face as I feel them slide down my legs. Once they are off, his hands come back up to rest on the waistband of my underwear. He hesitates until I lift my hips. He pulls them off quietly and drops them. I feel exposed and press my legs together. He tucks his hands behind my knees and tugs me closer to the edge of the bed, gently opening my legs. In vain I reach for a pillow to cover my face with as I blush.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this again," Will murmurs, his lips hot against my thighs.
I gasp, arching my back. His hands come up to grip my hips, as he begins to consume me. I'm wound so tightly it shocks us both at how quickly I break, my body trembling. Will is suddenly over me, wiping tears I didn’t know I was shedding from my eyes. I want to tell him I'm fine, but I can't seem to form the words. He folds me into his arms and strokes my hair as I sob into his chest. This day has emotionally kicked my ass. Exhaustion sweeps over me, and I drift to sleep hearing Will whisper he loves me.
Chapter 24
Past
On my first trip to Colorado, Sawyer tags along. She’s been to Denver before and wants to introduce me to some people. One person in particular, Jared. Sawyer is certain that he will be the one to make me forget all about Will. Plus she has a thing for his roommate, Caleb, so that helps. I’m still a one person enterprise and on a budget. Having a free place to crash while I attempt to woo prospective clients is the only reason I can afford to make the trip. I have meetings scheduled the first two days but can relax the rest of the week.
Jared picks us up from the airport, and Sawyer's eyes light up when she sees I think
